Drained

I am recovering. The past 2 days have been so hard. Going to Eliana's memorial was the hardest thing I have EVER gone to. Everyone was a bawling mess. But let me tell you...their Rabbi...AMAZING! I swear, if I were to ever loose a baby (which I won't because Tim is fixed) I would want him by my side. Everything he said was just perfect...comforting, loving, uplifting...it really was so beautiful. I really think the Jewish faith has a way of dealing with death that is a somewhat more "healthy" way than Christians do. Or, most Christians, anyway. I tell ya, though, it was very, very tough seeing that itty bitty pine box being lowerd into the earth. Then, as custom, anyone who wants to, shovels three "scoops" of dirt into the grave. Then, that night, we went to Adam and Dahlia's for a night of Shiva. (They only did one night instead of the traditional 7). We ate, laughed, cried and prayed. We wrapped our arms around them and lifted them up. The presence of God was overwhelming, and it was just beautiful.